Originality Is Merely An Illusion.

We Adore Chaos Because We Love To Produce Order.

My Work Is A Game, A Very Serious Game.

What I Give Form To In Daylight Is Only One Per Cent Of What I Have Seen In Darkness.

Science And Art Sometimes Can Touch One Another, Like Two Pieces Of The Jigsaw Puzzle Which Is Our Human Life, And That Contact May Be Made Across The Boderline Between The Two Respective Domains.

There Is Something In Such Laws That Takes The Breath Away. They Are Not Discoveries Or Inventions Of The Human Mind, But Exist Independently Of Us. In A Moment Of Clarity, One Can At Most Discover That They Are There And Take Them Into Account. Long Before There Were People On The Earth, Crystals Were Already Growing In The Earth's Crust. On One Day Or Another, A Human Being First Came Across Such A Sparkling Morsel Of Regularity Lying On The Ground Or Hit One With His Stone Tool And It Broke Off And Fell At His Feet, And He Picked It Up And Regarded It In His Open Hand, And He Was Amazed.